Emma - Five Years Ago
“They are searching the forest once again,” Artemisia tells me while pulling the curtains of my bedroom open. “They aren’t giving up. They will certainly find him.”
I wipe a tear off my already sticky face, my eyes concentrating on the dust twirling through the air.
“I don’t care. If he wanted to leave us, he should be free to do so,” I sob, snuggling back into my blankets. “He is old enough and maybe he will find the happiness he was so desperately looking for.”
Artemisia lets her shoulders slump, an exhausted sigh leaving her lips.
I know that I’m doing her wrong.
She must be hurting as much as I am as it is her son they are looking for and is missing for several weeks already.
“I know that you don’t feel that way. You can be honest with us. We are
